Sharp hangover, it is Christmas Eve It fades and evaporates Passing the trains and lakes and trees Your breaths are short and urgent and it is unsettling
You got married when you were 15
Now I hide out from telephone wires at Waxahatchee Creek Your body, weak from smoke and tar and subsequent disease
You got married when you were 15
No miscalculation, each other's only living means Your arms wane thinner Your legs surrender Sunlight probing, it is christmas eve No stitch of shade, we pass by lakes and big mimosa trees Your breaths are short and urgent and it is unsettling
You got married when you were 15Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.